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Author: Katie Ashley

She giggled. “I wasn’t expecting company, and I have a slight obsession from growing up with the old cartoon.”

“They almost killed my hard-on.”

She slid her hand between them and then quirked her eyebrows. “Seems fine to me.”

“Hmm, keep doing that, and I think it’ll be more than fine.”

She kept rubbing him through his pants while he licked a hot trail down her neck to her breastbone. As he lowered the straps on her tank top to bare her br**sts, a shriek came from the other side of the room. For a minute it didn’t register with her, but then Mason started wailing loudly. She immediately broke their kiss and jerked her hand off his cock. “Stop…baby,” she panted.

“No, it feels so good,” he murmured against her collarbone.

Emma rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. “Aidan, are you deaf? Mason’s crying.”

“Oh shit.” With an agonized groan, Aidan pulled away from her. She slid out from under him and hurried over to the Pack N Play. Mason held his arms out to her as giant tears slid down his cheeks. “Aw, shh, it’s okay, sweet boy,” she said, scooping him up. His cries quieted a little when he was in her arms. “What’s the matter angel? Are you hungry?”

Emma kissed Mason’s cheek and rubbed wide circles over his back while he grinned at Aidan over her shoulder.

“What a little cock-blocker,” Aidan grumbled.

Emma gasped and whirled around. “What did you just call him?”

“A cock-blocker, which is exactly what he is at the moment.”

Mason screeched a cry, and Emma hugged him tighter. “Don’t listen to Uncle Aidan, sweetheart. He didn’t mean it.”

Aidan motioned to Mason. “Look at him. He’s perfectly fine as long as you’re holding him.”

She shook her head. “You’re a complete and total ass**le.”

“You shouldn’t cuss in front of the baby,” he chided with a grin.

Emma widened her eyes. With a huff, she walked over to Aidan. “It’s almost time for him to eat. Hold him while I go fix his bottle.”

Surprisingly Aidan didn’t protest when Emma thrust Mason into his arms. Mason immediately stopped snubbing and stared wide-eyed at Aidan. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re stuck with me now, and I don’t have a nice rack for you to snuggle up to.”

Emma smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare talk to him like that! He’s only a baby! Breasts are just food to him, pervert!”

“Damn, Em, when did you get so violent?” he joked.

Mason gave Aidan a toothless grin when Emma stomped off. Aidan chuckled. “I guess she’s right, huh? But one day you’ll understand what it’s like to be left at half-mast by some chick.”

“I heard that!” she called to him as she slammed the refrigerator door. After heating the formula, she returned to the living room just as Mason started to get fussy again. Aidan started to hand him back to her, but she shook her head. “Can you give it to him while I go run his bath?”

He gave her a playful smirk. “And if I refused, does that mean I wouldn’t have any chance of getting back in your Scooby Doo pajamas tonight?”

“I would say the odds would be slim to none.”

Aidan took the bottle from her. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt for me to feed him. It’s been awhile since one of my sister’s forced me to do this, so I’m a little rusty. But you’re on your own for the diaper changing.”

Emma swept her hands to her hips. “So let me get this straight. You’re basically only feeding Mason not to help me out, but to ensure you’ll get laid tonight?”

“I consider it a win-win situation for both of us.” He gazed down at Mason who was sucking his bottle down. “And for him, too.”

“Just when I think you’ve moved past being a sex-crazed ass**le, you act like this.”

Aidan cocked his eyebrows. “All my married friends have warned me about how bad your sex life takes a dive after you have kids. I guess you’re giving me an early warning, huh?”

“You’re impossible!” She stalked off to her bedroom. After slipping inside the bathroom, she turned on the faucet and tested the temperature. Once it had filled up enough, she turned off the water and headed back into the living room. With Mason in the crook of one arm, Aidan flipped channels on the remote with the other.

“Did you burp him?”

He glanced away from the TV. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes and took the empty bottle from Aidan. “I’m gathering that you never had much to do with your nephews and nieces when they were babies?”

“Not a whole lot. Why?”

“Because once you give a baby a bottle, you have to burp them, or the gas will cause them pain.”

“Fine, I’ll burp him.” Aidan brought Mason to his chest and swatted his back.

“A little harder,” Emma instructed.

After Aidan gave two quick pats, Mason burped loudly and then promptly spit-up all over his shoulder. “Jesus Christ!” Aidan cried, staring down in horror at his shirt.

“Oh, calm down. It’s just a little spit-up.”

“This is a hundred dollar shirt, Em.”

“You act like he did it on purpose.” She handed him the box of wet wipes from the table and then picked Mason up. “While I’m giving him his bath, would you do me a favor and put the Pack N Play in my bedroom?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Thank you.”

As she went down the hall, she heard Aidan grumbling to himself as he washed off his shirt. Once she got Mason bathed and into his pajamas, his eyes were heavy. Peeking out the bathroom door, she saw the Pack N Play set up and realized Aidan had done what she asked. That redeemed him a little in her eyes. She rocked Mason for a few minutes in the glider until she knew he was sound asleep.

When she started out of the bedroom, she thought about Aidan’s sarcastic comment about babies and sex. She was still irritated with him for being selfish, but she didn’t want to turn him totally off the idea of marriage and children when things were going so well between them. Raging a war within herself, she finally let the devil on her shoulder win out, rather than the angel. After all, she loved being right, and she was going to prove Aidan wrong if it was the last thing she did.

She tiptoed over to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Buried at the bottom under bras and panties was a black corset with spaghetti straps and garters that Casey made her buy for baby-making. She hadn’t ended up needing it. With its frilly black panties, it was definitely the most daring piece of lingerie she owned. Fortunately, she could get away with leaving the last few snaps unbuttoned for her expanding belly.

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